When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.
seeming's enough for slaves of space and time
— ours is the now and here of freedom.
a million thousand hundred nothings seem
— we are himself's own self;his very him
The whole truth…
sings only — and all lovers are the song